Out of the Blue

One Thursday night, I was so bored or just felt like an enemy of the state that my actions were somehow restricted. If you want to know more, don’t bother for I will not tell you.. 🙂

The good thing is that out of my temporary insanity that day..I scribbled something and composed this in 3 minutes or so…

Not polished but worth sharing I guess…

Think of Me

Is he thinking of me?

Do I ever cross his mind?

As I hold my cup of tea

Missing him terribly and oh so all alone

I wonder how he looks at her

For just the thoughts of it make me cry.

When he kisses her

Does he desire that they were my lips?

When he holds her

Does he long to have me instead?

Oh I know I have to give him time

To spend with his real girl

But I can’t help and

Asks if he thinks of me

Even for a second or two

When he stares at her

Is it the same twinkling in his eyes

When we gaze at each other?

And as he touches her

Is it the same caress I felt

Way beyond skin deep?

Or does he whisper the same words

That flutters my heart

And keeps me awake in so many nights?

Oh, I know I shouldn’t be feeling this way

Coz I know I don’t have the right

And I’m not his girl

But still, I wonder if

He ever thinks of me.

“Please think of me..”

That’s what my selfish heart is begging

And even if he’s with her

As long as he thinks of me

I would patiently wait for him

To be mine again.